When the medical staff was trying to lift Tom into the ambulance, he woke up on his own and said that he was not seriously injured. However, the doctor was still very responsible. He roughly tested his cardiopulmonary function, observed his pupils, and confirmed that there was no problem, and then he was relieved to let Tom get off the stretcher.

The bank stopped operating that day and a yellow cordon was set up outside the door. Tom immediately went to the police station to cooperate with the police to record his confession.

When narrating, Tom seemed to be shocked and answered questions a little slowly. There were many details that he could not remember clearly. However, the police officer who recorded the confession was very considerate of this heroic citizen who was brave and righteous. He neither asked for details that he could not remember clearly like a criminal, nor did he question any of Tom's answers.

The whole thing is actually not complicated. From the prisoner's entry into the bank to the end of the robbery, the total time is no more than four minutes. Among them, Tom rose from the ground until the three prisoners completely lost their resistance, no more than one minute, to be precise, forty-nine seconds. The case can be basically understood through the on-site surveillance video. The police only needed the testimony of the parties involved to prove it. They believed that the case was clear at a glance and could be concluded soon.

When Tom left the police station, many police officers even applauded and cheered him. The sheriff drove him home in person and enthusiastically asked Tom if he needed the police to help him drive the car parked in the bank parking lot.

Tom politely declined. The bank was not far from his home, so he could walk over to pick up the car, and he didn't want to have too much contact with the police anymore. If the other party felt that the two had become friends and entered his own life circle, it would be a huge hidden danger.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Tom said goodbye to the sheriff and returned home. It was a two-bedroom house with a loft and a basement. The lawn was neatly trimmed and the driveway was clean. Generally, people living in such residential areas were families of three, or retired couples whose children had moved out. There were very few living alone, but Tom lived alone.

As soon as he entered the door, Tom's expression changed. His face seemed nervous and tired just now even with his back to the sheriff. But after closing the door, his expression was calm, cold, sharp and bright. Even his standing and walking posture changed slightly, and his movements changed from the relaxed and dragged posture of ordinary people to a stable and compact movement.

The feeling he gave at this moment was as if he could turn around and go to work immediately, and he was full of energy and everything was as usual.

Tom cooked supper, and he didn't waste any food for one person. His diet had a certain plan and regularity, and he never did it casually. After dinner, he packed up the tableware, dumped out the garbage, washed up, and finally returned to bed. Almost the moment he closed his eyes, Tom fell asleep. He did everything efficiently, including rest. Tom could only sleep for two hours a day, and this would be the case for one month. Normally, four hours was already very sufficient for him.

The next day, although Tom was not affected too much by today's incident, he still called the company to take a week off. His voice on the phone seemed to be in a bad state, as if he was so excited.

The company's superior agreed without even asking the reason. It seemed that he had known about the bank robbery yesterday afternoon. Moreover, he was very willing to give this good employee who had been attending all the time since the day he started work.

So, Tom's plan to whine without hesitation was successfully launched, and he had already expected that this matter would not be completed simply.

Sure enough, the number of messages in the answering machine that day suddenly increased to more than 100. Except for friends and colleagues, the most messages came from the media. The vehicles from TV stations and newspapers were really flocking.

Tom cut off the wires of the doorbell, put the words "Not to see guests" on the door, unplugged the telephone line in his room, and pulled all the curtains. In his experience, even if the news yesterday had a certain hype value, as long as he persisted with this attitude for a week, people would forget him.

On the third day after Tom closed the door and thanked the guests, an uninvited guest came to the local police station.

"Gary Qiaodon...where did this person come from?" The police chief asked in confusion, flipping through a document of order sent directly from the Governor's Office.

The police officer who handed over the documents shrugged: "This man ran into the police station with the documents himself, saying that he would save some procedures and could do things quickly."

"The document should be fine, it doesn't seem to be forged, but this..." The director did not finish his words.

A man entered the director's office without knocking on the door and interrupted him: "There is no problem with the documents, and there is no need for 'but', Mr. Director, my investigation was directly ordered by His Excellency Gilson II. If you have heard of the name of that adult, I believe that you will cooperate with all my actions as actively as the Governor and meet my requirements as much as possible."

The director looked at him in the future and saw that he was wearing casual clothes, and he looked around thirty years old. He had a clear appearance and could be called handsome. His figure was a little thin, and at first glance, he seemed to be a literati.

"Mr. Qiaodun?" asked the director.

"Yes." Qiao Dun said.

"You...oh no, why is Your Excellency Gilson interested in this case?"

Qiao Dun did not answer, but said: "Please prepare all the evidence, testimony, contact information and other information related to the case, and prepare an office for me. It is best to complete these within twenty minutes. I will wait in the reception room. If it is done, please come and notify me." After that, he went out, but did not forget to bring them to the door.

The director snorted coldly: "This kid is a staff member of the Gilson family, huh... Nowadays, with the support of a noble family, I can give orders to me, the director after entering the police station."

The police officer standing at the desk said, "Well... do you mean?"

"Barring nonsense, of course he will do whatever he wants. Do you think the Governor's expedited documents are toilet paper? If you don't finish the matter as he says within twenty minutes, I will cut off your butt and put it in the drawer. Yes, it's the drawer on my right hand, and I will have a new ashtray in the future."

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Las Vegas, in a hotel suite.

Gilson II was sitting in a wheelchair, operating his laptop with his only four remaining fingers, and checking out a report titled "Tom Stoll - Civilian Hero".

He is only forty years old this year, but his lower body is paralyzed. The skin on half of his face is artificial. When he is angry, for example, now, if there is a large piece of skin on his face, it will not change color, and that part of his face has no expression. The artificial skin is like a flesh-colored curtain pressed on his face, used to cover Mr. Earl's necrotic muscle fibers...

"Tom Stoll... Why do you look so familiar..." Gilson II muttered gritting his teeth, staring at the monitor with a burning look, as if he wanted to kill Tom himself in the report.
Chapter completed!